Wayfaring Stranger
I am a poor way faring strangerTravelling through this world of woeThere is no sickness, toil or dangerIn that fairy land to which I go
I'm going homeTo see my motherI'm going homeNo more to roamI am just going over JordanI am just going over home
I know dark clouds will hover on me,I know my pathway is rough and steepBeauteous fields lie right before meWhere weary eyes no more will weepI'm going home to see my fatherI'm going home no more to roamI am just going over JordanI am just going over home
I'll soon be free from earthy trialThis form will rest beneath the sunI'll drop the cross of self-denialAnd enter in that home with GodI'm going home to see my saviorI'm going home no more to roamI am just going over JordanI am just going over home